#idk what ive been on recently because I've drawn three things for the past few nights after not drawing ANYTHING since march

[terracyte]

their asses are NOT doing work ‼️

[luninosity]

ok um. i hope this isnt weird but basically ive been hyperfixating on your evanstan fic for the past few weeks and. god i just had to compliment you because its insane. i've absolutely fallen in love with chris and seb because you write them so enchantingly and endearing and i don't even love them that much in real life you just bring them to life in such a beautiful way. your work has been giving me existential crises because of how .. otherworldly and emotional they are? idk how to explain 1/3

but you just write them so spiritually and introspective that it makes me aware of all these beautiful little nooks of the universe the two are living in no matter what AU/scenario it is. it just makes me think of all this ethereal love and emotion happening and it makes me so hyperaware. obviously you can tell I dont have the talent with words that you have but i’m trying to adequately explain lol.. it’s just so beautiful and emotional and aklsdfjkjskdf. you’re also so incredibly talented 2/3

3/3 at crafting all these different scenarios and universes that i’ve fallen in love with. no matter what the AU is you always manage to create interesting characters and worlds that i just build in my head and i love.. i didn’t explain this well i hope i did you justice i just really really love your stories and you’ve inspired me to write more and to think about love and my existence and happiness and gah yep

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Oh, wow! Come let me adore you.

(Also sorry this is a slightly belated reply; we were out of town for a friend’s New Year’s party and I didn’t have my laptop!)

I absolutely always love knowing that you love my fic!!! And that you would take the time to say such lovely things! *hugs you a lot* I am completely smiling at the laptop, so thank you, thank you. :D :D

I mean, in a weird way, that’s sort of what all my fic is about - a universe in which love is kind of...woven into the fabric of living, obviously for the characters but also, like, present in a sympathetic pillow or sarcastic lampshade. To paraphrase Diane Duane, sometimes the Universe Notices - and kindness matters. (It’s funny, I was re-reading the first-ever Like Sugar story in preparation for the last one, and that’s sort of a theme in stories I write, from Like Sugar to even the more recent white witch Seb and hexed puppy Chris - they might be attracted or think the other person’s cute, sure, but they properly fall for each other, in love with each other, in moments of kindness and compassion. Apparently I have a theme?)

Hmm, as a thank you, want a tiny bit more of the last Like Sugar story? In theory it’ll be finished today, but not for a few hours probably, so you can have this bit. *more hugs*

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Chriskneels there on the bed, their wonderful supportive welcoming bed, and gazes athis husband, and is humbled, and in love. Sebastian’s incandescent.

 Hemoves fingers, testing, exploring. Sebastian moans, head rolling blindly from sideto side. His body clenches and then relaxes: around the penetration of thevibrator, and around Chris’s fingers, three of them, pressed in alongside. Hiscock, softening and reddened, twitches vainly. Chris soothes him, touches hiship, provides low-voiced reassurances. How good Sebastian’s being, howastonishing, how beautiful.

 Hisvoice isn’t soft simply to fit the moment. No, that’s pure awe.

 Heconsiders his husband, watching each half-conscious quiver and somnolentexhale. Sebastian’s very far away now, afloat in the deepest glowing realms ofsubspace, dreamy and pliant and trusting. His eyes are half-open but clearlyseeing nothing, hazy, drowsing. He mumbles a few sounds that aren’t words whenChris experimentally caresses his flushed cock, which must be hurting so badly,or would be if Seb were in any state to feel pain. That’d been a lot, the hurtand the pleasure and the evident lightning-bright mouth-open drawn-out dryorgasm, as his submissive went rigid in restraints and shuddered and shook andtried to convulse with it, prevented by bonds from curling up in agony anddelight as the sensations went on and on.

 Sebastianright now whines as Chris trails a finger across his shaft, but tries to lift exhaustedhips into the touch anyway. His climax—what few drops had been left to wringfrom him—is drying across his stomach. He’s damp with exertion and desire. Helooks like precisely what he’s asked to be: a beautiful classical submissive,bound up for use, for a Dominant’s pleasure.

 Chris’sheart aches with love suddenly, sharp and fierce. A stab to the chest. A brokenrib. A throb too poignant to contain in a cage of bone.

 Sebastianhas asked. Had gotten on both kneeswhen Chris had come home, and had made dinner, and had knelt at his feet to befed.

 That stabredoubles. A twist of love. He doesn’t know how to do this, how to want this.Sebastian’s his other half, his serenity, his safety net. Sebastian smiles athim and tells him that they’ll be fine, that Chris’s anxiety and stress andassorted past wounds are all just pieces of who he is, and that Seb loves everypiece. Chris believes that.

 Sebastian’schoosing this. Sebastian has a choice. Sebastian’s said it: I wanted to try. Iwant to know. For me.

 Chris’sheart puts itself back together, wrapped up in bandages the same cooljoyous rain-hue of his husband’s eyes.